NCCnovel Chapter 247 Don't be like me, all you do is spend money.
Chapter 247 Don't be like me, all you do is spend money.
The atmosphere inside the cabin was no longer as tense as it had been at the beginning.
"So, your breakthroughs in the real world also have a feedback effect on the Source Realm?"
Lin Miao's eyes shone with the light of a scholar discovering a new continent, her thirst for knowledge almost overflowing.
Although she has changed a lot since joining the Dragon Scale Project, she still has the mindset of a student at heart.
"Not only that." Chen You leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed.
"Even if I break through in reality and enter the Origin Realm, they still give us a gift package to celebrate."
Lin Miao truly hadn't expected this. "A gift package?"
"Yeah, but you basically have to pay to buy them."
"..."
Liu Ming, listening from the side, kept scratching his head.
As a true muscleman, he enjoys working out whenever he's not attending classes.
My thoughts have become much simpler.
"Brother Chen, how many pull-ups can you do?"
Chen You was taken aback; he hadn't expected this question.
He thought for a moment and then held up one finger.
"One hundred?" Liu Ming asked tentatively.
Upon hearing this, Chen You couldn't help but laugh. "Keep doing it."
Before the other person could react, he added, "One finger."
"..."
Compared to the two, Muyu, who has a military background, appears much more composed.
His face was expressionless, and he looked cool.
However, it was clear that he was actually listening carefully to their conversation.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but ask, "Captain Chen, how long do you think we'll need to train to be like you?"
Flying on a sword sounds incredibly cool.
Lin Miao and Liu Ming also hurriedly came over, very curious about the question.
In Chen You's spiritual vision, a clear vortex of spiritual energy could already be seen in the dantian of the three people.
They should have truly entered the realm of Qi cultivation, reaching roughly the first level.
Chen You shook his head. "I'm just getting started."
He looked out the window; the plane had begun its slow descent.
"There are countless paths to success; you should each walk your own..."
The three of them straightened up, feeling something suddenly on their shoulders.
However, Chen You's next words instantly made the three of them lose their composure.
"Don't be like me, all you do is spend money."
Mu Xi, Liu Ming, and Lin Miao: "..."
……
Heguo, Redu.
The plane landed at a heavily guarded private airport.
This place belongs to a multinational corporation secretly supported by China, and is one of the secret transit stations set up by the Special Affairs Bureau around the world.
The hatch opened, and a group of five people walked down the gangway.
The morning sun was already quite dazzling, and the air carried a salty, damp smell of the sea breeze.
Ground staff who had been waiting there immediately stepped forward and handed over several sets of clothes and identification documents.
"A large number of media and onlookers, as well as some protest groups, have gathered outside the target location, and the security level has been raised to the highest level."
"These are fake press passes; they can take you into the media area."
"The vehicle is ready."
Chen You changed into a casual suit, put on a baseball cap and a mask, and looked like an ordinary entourage member.
The Dragon Scale trio quickly changed clothes, transforming into a photographer and assistant.
Ryuji Kuroda, who was under control, changed into a security guard uniform and followed steadily at the back.
The group got into the car, and the black minivan silently merged into the traffic flow in Tokyo.
The closer you get to the city center, the more oppressive the atmosphere becomes.
Police officers could be seen patrolling everywhere along the road, and helicopters were even circling overhead.
Outside the Yasukuni Shrine, a huge crowd had already gathered.
Media reporters from all over the world set up their cameras and microphones, crowding the area.
On the other side, there was an emotionally charged protest group.
They held up signs written in various languages, and shouts rose and fell.
Most of the attendees were local Japanese citizens who came to "observe the ceremony," their expressions complex, ranging from fervent to indifferent.
All eyes were focused on that infamous building.
Today, the Prime Minister of the Republic of Germany will stage a political show here for the whole world.
……
Near the sacred toilet, in a Japanese-style room used as a temporary rest area.
Japanese Prime Minister Watanabe Suke was pacing back and forth in agitation.
He was wearing a traditional black kimono, and his wooden clogs made a clattering sound as he stepped on the tatami mats.
"Has all security been confirmed? Is everything foolproof?"
He asked the security supervisor, who was standing respectfully bowing before him, in a stern tone.
"Hail!" The security supervisor bowed sharply.
"Your Excellency, please rest assured! The Metropolitan Police Department, in conjunction with the Self-Defense Forces, has laid a tight net; no suspicious person can escape our eyes!"
Watanabe's brow remained furrowed.
His unease did not stem from the protesters outside.
It came from the missing Ryuji Kuroda.
Kuroda Ryuji was his most capable agent, who had been lying in wait for many years and had never failed.
But just a few days ago, he vanished without a trace, completely losing contact with us.
Even a fool could tell that Watanabe had fallen into the hands of China.
Logically, given what happened, he should have immediately cancelled the visit, handled it discreetly, and avoided provoking the other party.
But the pressure from across the ocean left him with no other choice.
The Pentagon promised huge benefits on the condition that he make the show more grand and provocative.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
He felt like he was walking a tightrope, terrified that his long-suffering neighbor across the street might suddenly retaliate.
Just then, the wooden door to the room was suddenly pulled open.
An assistant rushed in looking flustered, forgetting all about etiquette.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister! We've...we've discovered it!"
Watanabe's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted sternly.
"Baka! What's the panic! What did you discover? Has China attacked?!"
The assistant was panting heavily, his face displaying a strange expression that seemed to be a mixture of fear and confusion.
"No...no..."
He held up his tablet, which displayed a screenshot from a surveillance camera.
"It's Kuroda-kun! We've spotted Kuroda Ryuji on the outskirts!"
Watanabe snatched the tablet away and stared intently at the face on the screen.
That's right, it's Ryuji Kuroda.
He was dressed in a security guard uniform, blending in with a patrol team, his expression calm.
Watanabe's brain was working at lightning speed.
came back?
He actually came back on his own?
Was he released, or did he escape back on his own?
"Has he contacted us?" Watanabe asked in a deep voice.
"No," the assistant shook his head, his face pale.
"He was just like an ordinary guard, showing no intention of leaving the group, and our people didn't dare to approach him rashly."
The security supervisor leaned over for a look and lowered his voice.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, this...this is very wrong!"
"Could it be a Chinese conspiracy? Sending him with bombs or something..."
This conjecture caused the air in the room to drop to freezing point instantly.
Cold sweat broke out on Watanabe's forehead.
If Kuroda Ryuji were to fall under Chinese control, he would be a walking time bomb.
But now that the visit is imminent and will be broadcast live globally, the die is cast and cannot be cast.
He can't cancel the event just because of a "possible" threat.
He would lose face both in front of his master and in front of the people.